"What keeps me writing?"
That's a hard question to ask me... I'm not sure why. I guess I love to keep writing because of how beautiful the English language can be in your ears when you write a poem, a story about a special person, or when you write about a tragedy.
The words inside a paragraph, a sentience, a phrase. You just feel what happens, you feel the stress, the love, the hurt, the passion. To me it is just so beautiful. It's real music, a symphony to my ears to hear someone read my stories, or someone else reading their story to me, or my mothers voice reading.
All of those stories I've read or heard give me new ways to write more. More of my life, more of my world, more of my love. All of this beauty that I read, makes me want to write my own, my own beautiful passionate story.
This one time I wrote a little short story to my father he broke done crying. He loved it. He is one of those guys who don't really cry. He doesn't really cry with joy. He isn't an emotional guy, but if you ever make him cry for joy, it's a good thing in a way. It reminds me that my father is still alive with love. Even though he says, "I love you," all the time. It just reminds me that he is still alive in our world. Like that song from HIM, 'To cry is to know that you're alive...'.
That's why I keep writing. I love it; it's beautiful, it's a symphony to my ears.
What keeps me writing? Your love to read what I write.
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Good story. I liked who you describe the sentences part.
ResponderEliminarVery nice. Fix some spelling, but otherwise it's good. I have a hard time understanding your line "I love to read what I write" because I don't, I am extemely self critical and only read it to make sure it makes sense, many lines seem terrible, but others call them beautiful.
ResponderEliminarThanks for sharing the writing memory about your father. we write to get a reaction, to share a memory, to come to a realization, to verify that we are alive.
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